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Dommage! New Michelin

- gdf 2011 -

Spiace leggere della recentissima penalizzazione subita da Michel Trama declassato da tre a due stelle dalla Guida rossa francese di cui si parla anche nel post precedente relativamente alla Provenza. Spiace perché sinceramente non si può immaginare che cosa possa essere successo a chi abbia pranzato o cenato all’Aubergade di Puymirol negli ultimi dodici mesi per poi proporre il declassamento e infine prendere una decisione che potrebbe influire non poco sul futuro di uno dei luoghi più interessanti d’Europa for lovers of fine cuisine. Now, the good Michel, shy, always in the kitchen unlike other colleagues blasonatissimi but probably also more skilled in communication and public relations will be asked if you suddenly be stoned enough to reverse a route that took him over the past twenty years to climb the charts on the Grandes Tables de France for the Red both Gault Millau. We ask, as has happened to others who have suffered the blow in the past, if not forgotten how to cook is a high level. It happened to others, then someone retrieved the award, others, the majority do not. I like at this juncture smile of my worst meals incurred during a three-star French. These are horrendous, but the great plot. On top of the top five horror always put the old Paul Bocuse, a stuff of nightmares. Little better, but maybe in some ways even worse because there lies the old and the great Paul certainly Jean Michel Lorain in the Cote St Jacques in Joigny . Not content with a disastrous and historic dinner in what was his detachment from the elegant Meridien Piccadilly London went home with confidence to find out that those were just the dishes, even at home, nightmare replicated. Not a bad one even Vivarois, but in fact they had just gone Pacaud apparently leaving Claude Peyrot in tears in that one fateful night he could barely put together a small salad of shrimp and chicken cooked intractable pain as tough as the unrealistic plastic chairs on the terrace bar by the station that furnished the room bare, as if you Pacaud was also taken away his share of furniture. I thought many times that they have taken the door next to the legendary Vivarois, but unfortunately it was. Incredible night, too from what was Ducasse at Le Parc Rue Poincare. Heavy vol au vent with mushrooms and offal and ridiculous microfilettino seabream slaughtered by crushed pepper and thrown on as you would with the Parmesan cheese on a plate of white pasta. I chased up the stairs while I went after have paid all but the first that I have dessert, I thought of an apology, but it was a gift, for a pain de campagne. Fantastic. For the rest of the last century and this fortunately no other incident of this relief, okay, some sleepy dinner at the Auberge de l'Ill and Le Crocodile, Alsace, and a mediocre third experience the Pourcel brothers in Montpellier, already in decline and promptly downgraded the following year. But this just did not square relegation and I hope that within a couple of years old Michel can be shown that the reason was and is on his side. -Gdf-